Novel Coworking Denver Novels & Stories

--- On that day, I went to the appointment, and sure enough, I didn't see Nora. Espresso Lane, one of Shaw Corp's high-end coffee shops in the financial district, was busy as usual with the afternoon crowd. The establishment was known for its artisanal coffee blends and discrete private meeting rooms that catered to Skyview City's business elite. As I walked through the main café area, the manager spotted me and hurried over, his face a picture of barely contained panic. "Ms. Shaw! We weren't expecting you today. If I'd known you were coming, I would have_"

I moved slowly, eyes settling on the hard planes of a feminine face. Icy blonde hair fanned out around the girl’s shoulders as she crossed the platform. Denver spotted her and cursed. He shoved the joint into Coop’s hand, who quickly stubbed it out atop the glass table. Without glancing my way, he passed it to me and muttered, “Hide it for me, pretty girl.” I shoved the joint into my pocket and sank further into the sofa, my mind a blissful haze of numbness. “Out stalking Coop again, Nova?” Denver drawled, his golden eyes slinking down the icy blonde’s curvy frame.

both of us commuting to Denver for our jobs every day. I love my husband... we’ve been married for nearly eleven years. We have a good life in Colorado... no kids... but a fun, active life together. Our sex drives are pretty compatible, and he’s good in bed. But occasionally, I just need a break from him. When that happens, I smile to myself and remember what my Italian roommate used to say... and I go off in search of a little “girl-time”. Rhett likes to golf, and goes on golf weekends with his buddies several times a year. When he leaves town like that, I sometimes get the itch... and when I do, I like to dress up and head out to one of the lesbian bars located in downtown Denver.

Dylan was quite famous in his industry and had been specifically handling divorce cases for wealthy clients in recent years. The remuneration for each case was over a million dollars. In addition to his position as the co-founder of Microworks Corporation, buying a house in Covenford was as easy as pie. "I happen to have an empty apartment. It’s just nearby in Foxtail Garden." Foxtail Garden was one of the elite, high-end neighborhoods in Covenford. Those who could afford properties there were either rich or had high social status. Moreover, Foxtail Garden was the closest neighborhood to the Regal Dynasty Hotel, and the surrounding facilities were readily available.

Volume 5: Dangerous Protector MARCO BENALLY SWIRLED THE ice cubes in his glass, each clink ratcheting up the tension coiled between his shoulder blades. She should have been here already. His source had put his mark here every Friday at five, like clockwork. So where the hell was she? The downtown Denver bar was full of the young, trendy office crowd. They didn't need shit on them to smell. Most of the ones clustered around the bar worked for NueEnergy, a company that touted themselves as the second coming for green electric alternatives.

“We use most spaces for multiple uses. Those who want the social or need to communicate can choose to work here between meals. Others work from their condos. We have meeting rooms that people book, otherwise they are used similarly to this but tend more toward a quiet workspace with no food or drink allowed.” “So your commute is zero. You get to choose your workspace by want and need. Now I see why your pack is so large.” “You sound like it’s a novel concept to you.” “Well, it is. Growing up in our den, you were told where you lived and what your job within the den was. Most needed to work outside of the den just to keep the den financially going.” “So you didn’t have den run businesses?”

I threw all my things in a corner and went near my planning board. Moretti's 1. Nathaniel- Chairman Home- Office - NewView 2. Niccolo - CEO Home- Office - site seeing -NewView 3. Niven - COO Home- Office - NewView - clubs. This is what they do regularly, atleast these few months. New View is where they hold all their dinner meetings and parties. If I want to find out more about them, I have to go to New View! B-But I need to book a room 2 weeks prior and I have to sacrifice my 6 months salary to stay there for a week!

"Go ask for time off later and return that stupid bike. I'll take you to get a bus card instead. All the money you save could go toward a small two-bedroom place for you to get married in." I had hidden who I really was to train at my family's company, and in just half a month, I'd be taking the family's final evaluation. For now, I had to swallow my anger. "Karen, seriously, don't go to all that trouble. I like the bike just fine. I'm not returning it." "Besides, I already have a place to live. I'm not thinking about buying another house right now." To be closer to work, I'd bought my current apartment right before I started.

POV: Elara Duval By mid-morning, Elara was already at the co-working hub. The building was glass and steel, buzzing with freelancers in noise-cancelling headphones. She slid into a corner desk, laptop open, pretending to scroll through emails while her tracker program ran in the background. The signal she’d followed last night was weak, like a fading heartbeat. But it was here. Somewhere in this room. A chair scraped two tables over. Elara glanced up and then immediately looked back down, pulse spiking.

​If Friday’s contract signing was the declaration of war, Monday morning was the first skirmish in the trenches. ​We had set up a temporary armour quarters for The Momentum Group in a leased creative space in Shoreditch—a neutral ground between the emphasis-eng corporate tower in the City and Andrea’s more traditional headquarters in Mayfair. The space was industrial chic: exposed brick, polished concrete floors, and floor-to-ceiling windows that offered no privacy, only transparency. It was designed to foster collaboration. Instead, by 9:00 AM, it felt like a gladiatorial arena.